Those Blasted Fish

Do you see these two precious children staring at the fish that will NEVER die?!!!! (Notice the fish are facing the camera; it's like they are posing.)

Why will they never die? Because I keep saving the blasted things, that's why, and also because of my impeccable timing. Within the last month, maybe a little over a month, twice I have walked into the kitchen when one of the fish has been laying on its side at the top, breathing, but just barely. I hate to admit it, but today when I walked in the kitchen and saw Brooke's fish at the top of its container, I briefly thought, 'Yay, it finally bit the dust!' Of course, I then thought about how Brooke's little heart would be broken, and then, as seems to be my lot in life, I noticed that her fish was still breathing, but barely.

Do you hear the music? What music?

The Mighty Mouse theme music of course.

Here she comes to save the day!

Super Mama! Super Mama!

I yet again came to the rescue of that blasted fish; I quickly scooped the fish out of the water, placed it in a cup of distilled water, and got busy cleaning out their container (NASTY). Once it was clean, I filled it with water and put the fish back in their little home; I explained to my sweet Brooke that I had done all I could, and now all we could do was wait. As I continued to make supper and clean the kitchen (Oh, did I forget to mention?! I was in the process of cooking supper, loading the dishwasher, and I had Colton in a sling when I set out on my rescue mission; Super Mama I tell you!), Brooke sat on the bar stool staring hopefully at her little fish. As I looked at her little blue eyes filled with so much concern as she watched her small orange fish, who she lovingly named Madison, even I began to pray for that fish's life; it then hit me, I was now cheering for this little fish to make it! I tell you; they will never die, and now even I am on their team, those blasted fish!